Julie Eskew

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D is for depressionA disease that's rooted itself inside meInside my head, my body A feeling of wanting to cry at every thingEverything becoming a little sadder than the last time I saw itIt's a family member who doesn't bring me presents at Christmas, only the tales of all my past mistakesA friend whose shadow I've been stuck in for too long, but I don't have the courage to move into the sunlight